Estre listened to Jason’s inquiry with a calmness that seemed toe naturally to her. “If you’re
worried, let’s go to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup, okay?”
The calmness in Estre’s voice only seemed to stir something in Jason. “We need to talk,” he said.
“Fine, let’s talk at the town hall,” Estre replied without missing a beat.
At the mention of the town hall, Jason, without another word, snapped his phone shut. This was the
second time he had sought her out on his own initiative. Thest time he came over, it was to apologize
for something he’d blurted out in a moment of anger. Yet, she was relentless, and he thought to
himself, Screw it, I’m not putting up with this anymore.” With extreme irritation, he tossed his phone
onto the dashboard and started the car with a scowl, making a sharp turn and leaving without looking
back.
Estre hadn’t been back to Sandalwood Oasis for a while now, and with all the drama, she still wanted
a divorce. Jason was nearing his breaking point. He had thought she would cool off after a while, and
when he came over to offer an olive branch, she would gracefully ept it. Instead, she seemed to
have made herself quitefortable on her high horse. If she didn’t want to make up, that was just fine
by him. He was tired of trying
anyway.
Upstairs, Estre exhaled sharply as she saw Jason hang up the phone. Her heart rate elerated.
Jason was astute, guessing that she might be pregnant amidst the chaos.
Her right hand gently touched her belly, relieved that the baby was too young to show any signs.
Otherwise, the Nelson family would never allow them to split up.
The following morning, as Estre readied herself to leave, she was startled to find Jason leaning
against her front door, looking utterly dejected. “What’s wrong with you, showing up here so early in the
morning?” she said, taken aback.
She took a closer look at him. In the 23 years she’d known him, she’d never seen him look so
disheveled, with stubble on his chin and upper lip, and numerous cigarette butts littering the ground.
Even when Holly had passed away, he hadn’t looked like this.
Disdainfully rolling her eyes at him, Estre said, “We’re heading to the town hall, right? Since I have
promised you a divorce, I’ll see it through. A phone call would have been enough to let me know.” If
there was such ack of trust between them, what was the point of continuing this charade?
After she spoke, Jason’s already haggard face seemed to darken even further. He approached her,
grabbed the back of her neck, and ushered her into the elevator.
Estre grabbed his wrist. “We are about to get a divorce. Don’t touch me,” she warned, then added,
“Any past climax on my part was nothing short of charity.”
Jason was silent for a moment before asking tly, “Didn’t you ever enjoy it?” Besides, he never said
he was going to take her to go through the procedures.
“Sure I did,” Estre replied with a hint of sarcasm. “But let’s not talk about money. I don’t hold much
dear, except for cash.”
As Jason coldly shot her a nce, he maintained his grip on the back of her neck and pulled her closer
into his embrace.
Estre stumbled into his arms, and as she reached to pull his hand away, Jason noticed the bandage
still wrapped around her ring finger. His heart clenched for a moment before he let go of her neck and
took her hand instead.
They stood motionless in the elevator until it reached the ground floor. Jason held onto her hand
without letting go, prompting Estre to ask, “What are you trying to do, Jason?” At her question, Jason
didn’t step out of the elevator. Instead, he turned to face her and asked bluntly, “Do you want to charge
a fee? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand?”
He then took out his wallet, slid a bank card into her other hand, and said casually, “The PIN is 123456.
That should cover your fee
After speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he opened the elevator door and pulled
Estre out with him.
Estre’s temper red. She threw the bank card at the back of his head, eximing, “Jason, when will
you ever be done with this?”
The card hit his neck and fell. Jason stopped, turned, and picked up the card, realizing that Estre
was bing increasingly stubborn and difficult to handle.
Their eyes met. Sensing Estre’s displeasure, Jason didn’tsh out. Instead, he simpl took her wrist
and led her outside the building.
Once outside, Jason opened the passenger door of the car and ushered Estre in. A Jason had
pushed her into the car, Estre didn’t bother with the seat belt. Instead, sh crossed her arms and
turned to look out the window.
Since she wouldn’t even grace him with a nce, Jason leaned in and fastened the sea belt for her. As
he did so, he looked at Estre and said, “There are some things I don’t know how to tell you, but
there’s nothing going on between Holly and me.”
Hearing this, Estreughed mockingly. “Nothing going on, yet you can do all that for h even trampling
my family’s interests. If there is anything between you in the future, what’l be left for me then?”
“That will never happen,” Jason replied.
Estre turned away again, prompting Jason to gently pinch her face, forcing her to look at him. “I went
too far with what I said the other day. I apologize.”
But Estre was fixated on something else. “Did you bring the documents?”
Jason let go of her face abruptly. “So everything I just said was pointless to you?” He rummaged
through her bag and, and to his dismay, he pulled out her documents.
His expression darkened. “What are you ying at, Estre?”
“Always ready to finalize the paperwork,” she responded nonchntly.
Jason was so infuriated he could barely breathe. With a cold nce, he started the car and drove off
with her.
As Jason fumed, Estre felt a sense of satisfaction. She wasn’t a child to be pacified with a few sweet
words. He really had some nerve to think it would be that easy.
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Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Jason thought about the documents in Estre’s bag, and his face
grew even gloomier. The entire drive was silent.
Recalling how close they used to be, with Estre clinging to him every night, Jason’s expression grew
even more sour. Damn it, he thought, women are so heartless, turning on you faster than flipping a
page.
When they reached a crossroads, Estre noticed that he didn’t turn right towards the town hall but
continued straight ahead. She reminded him, “Jason, the town hall is to the right.”
Jason threw her a casual nce, “Who said I’m heading to the town hall?”
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Estre, feeling annoyed yet amused, retorted, ‘If you’re not going to there, then what are you doing at
my doorstep so early in the morning?”
Jason ignored her and kept driving. It was then that Estre began to catch on to his intentions. He
suspected she was pregnant and was taking her to the hospital for
confirmation.
When Jason parked the car at the hospital’s parking lot, Estre crossed her arms an refused to get
out. Jason walked around the car to the passenger side, opened the do and, leaning on the frame, he
bent down to look at Estre, “You’re not getting out?”
Estre was firm, “Let’s hit the courthouse first and make it official, then I’lle for the check-up.”
Jason couldn’t help but chuckle, “So, I should divorce you first, and then let you monopolize the baby?
As if I’ve worked my tail off just to hand you everything on a silver tter.”
Estre, clutching her purse, smacked him with it, “Jason, you’re shameless, even more than I am.
Besides, it’s not like you don’t work hard with other women. After knowing each other for so many
years, what’s the big deal if you give my a baby? It’s your duty.”
Jason raised an eyebrow, “So, you are pregnant?”